“He does all right with his automotive shop.”
“As far as we know. We thought Uncle Seth was doing okay and look how that’s turned out.”
We were silent as we watched the sun set into the ocean. The sky came alive with a dazzling display of purples, pinks, and oranges streaked with wispy white clouds. Lola let out a breathy sigh. “I never get tired of watching the sunset. We live in paradise.”
I turned her to face me and gave her a long, deep kiss. She tasted delicious, and my body responded immediately as her full breasts pressed against my chest.
Her phone dinged. “Shoot.” She held up one finger. “Save that thought. Let me see who’s texting me.” She picked up the phone. “That’s weird. It’s from Kristin.” We both looked at the text.
“Hey, Lola. I’m sorry about today. Can you come to the trailer for a second? I have a small gift to celebrate you and Justice getting married.”
Lola pushed the hair out of her face. “What do you think I should do?”
“I don’t think you should be anywhere near those two.”
“Kristin’s sweet. It’s not her fault Devin’s a jerk.”
“Did she have to go and marry the guy?”
We both knew that the main reason Devin wooed Kristin was because her father was wealthy and able to pull strings for Devin. “I heard that they never had a prenup,” Lola said.
“How much money are we talking about?”
“One of the rumors I heard says she’s worth around fifty million.”
I let out a low whistle. “Damn. I guess he thinks money buys happiness. I’ll take my brand of happiness over Devin’s any day, though, thank you very much.” Even if it did include a bankrupt shop. It included the love of my life. If she would take me back.
Lola stood up. “I’ll be right back.”
I held her arm. “Slow down. I didn’t say you could go.” Lola loved it when I challenged her, and my hard-on sprung to life thinking of the hot sex we’d have tonight.
She tugged away. “You’re not my boss.”
I stood up. “I’m going with you.”
“You are not. I can go myself.”
“I don’t want you anywhere near Devin.”
She threw her hands up in the air. “I’m going to see Kristin. I’ll be right back.”
I knew there was no use fighting with Lola. I pointed to my wristwatch. “I want you back in twenty minutes.”
She placed her hands on her hips. “And what if I’m not?”
“Then I’ll die of loneliness.”
We burst into laughter, and the last thing I saw was her blond hair whipping behind her as she flew through the door.
I wandered over to our feast and picked at the cheese and crackers, took a sip of the heavenly red wine. Then I sat in the comfy chair gazing out into the night. Then I went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I checked my watch. Ten minutes. I had no right to hover over Lola, but I wanted to know she was okay.
I pushed through the door and strode into the night.
I heard the voices before I saw them. What the hell?
“You like it rough? I can be rough. Just like that loser husband of yours.”
“I said, take your hands off me right this second, or I’ll scream so loud that Kristin and your staff will hear.”
“Come on Lola. Just one little kiss? Like we used to? Kristin’s asleep.”
“If you don’t get away from me this very second you’ll be wearing your balls for earrings.”
“Funny. Are you always this funny? Just let me—”
“Filha da puta! Get your hands off me or I’ll get my husband to tear you apart one fucking limb at a time.”
I broke into a run and found Devin moving toward Lola and grabbing the back of her head. “I said,” Lola screamed. “Leave me alone!” She shoved him away seconds before his slimy lips made contact with hers.
Adrenaline shot through my body; my muscles edgy and twitchy. “Get your hands off her you motherfucker!”
Devin’s hands flew up in the air, a comically surprised look on his face. “Whoa. Slow down there lover boy. Lola and I were just having a friendly little chat.”
I rolled up my sleeves and my fists clenched. “Where’s Kristin?”
He shrugged. “Who cares? Probably in bed watching TV.” Devin acted like this situation was one big fat joke. He slapped his thigh and laughed. “You’ll fall for anything.” He wagged a finger. “Careful who texts you. Ever hear of a catfish, Justice?” He waved a dismissive hand. “Probably not. You’re stuck in the nineties with your ancient bike and your flip phone.”
At the sound of the ruckus, a couple of Devin’s staff emerged from their RV. Devin held up a hand. “It’s okay, guys.”
I wanted to kill Devin. Visions of my body sailing through the air and landing against his scrawny body with a smack filled my head. I wanted to pummel his face right into the asphalt, make him kiss the greasy road and then wash his mouth out with soap. He had nearly kissed my Lola. No and hell no.
Lola cupped my face. “Justice. Look at me.” Her eyes were wild and frantic. “No trouble, okay? Let’s just go.”
Devin took a step toward me, his eyes cold, hard and flinty. “Why are you so interested in her now? Where’ve you been while other guys were making out with your sexy Brazilian wife?” He threw his head back and laughed. “Wife, my ass. You guys orchestrated this whole thing so you could be in the contest. I can’t prove it, but I’ve got my eyes on you.”
My jaw was clenched so hard that my head hurt. I stared Devin down and limbered up my shoulders and neck. I wanted to punch the motherfucker. “You better think twice before you talk about Lola that way. None of your goddamn business what we do or don’t do.”
Lola placed one hand on my arm. “Justice … don’t—”
Devin’s voice took on a taunting quality. “Yeah? Well, it was my business at one time. I’ll never forget her sweet little—”
I whirled around and shoved Devin so hard that he stumbled backward, his arms pinwheeling for balance. He landed with a thud right against his precious white-tablecloth-covered folding table. Expensive red wine and cheese fondue spilled all over his crisp white shirt. “Stay away from her, you asshole.” I drew back my fist. “Or you’ll be wearing a black eye in the contest.”
Kristin flew out of the Airstream. “Devin! Are you okay? Oh, my God. What’s going on?”
Devin picked himself up and brushed food off his shirt. “That’s right. Go ahead and hit me, Justice. We’ll see who the better surfer is. After the contest, the shop will be mine.”
Lola grabbed my fist and pulled my arm down with force. “Stop. Don’t do something stupid. Let’s get out of here. Now.”
I glared at Devin, my heart pounding loud in my ears, my body tense. I pointed one finger at his face. “This isn’t over buddy. Not by a long shot.”
I held Lola’s hand and pulled her through the parking lot. “Come on, babe.”
As we hurried away, we glanced over our shoulders. The last thing we saw was Devin’s videographer filming the entire fiasco.
Twenty-Five
Justice
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Lola sat on the edge of the bed and gazed out the window, her hands clenched in her lap. “I’m fine.”
I frantically rubbed the back of my neck. What if something had happened to Lola? I’d gotten there just in the nick of time. I kneeled in front of her and held both her hands. “I can’t handle the thought of you getting hurt.”
She jerked her hand away. “Since when do you care?”
Adrenaline from the scene with Devin still coursed through my system. “Stop being that way!” I stood up fast and paced in front of the window. Lola’s eyes tracked my every movement. “Want to know how long I’ve cared?”
“That’s why I asked.”
I glanced at her warily. My Adams’ apple bobbed, and then I spoke. “Since forever.”
But I hadn’t ac
ted like I’d cared forever. I’d gotten on my bike and run away. I’d left Uncle Seth, my family, and Lola. For what? Parties, motorcycles, and girls? Had I really turned into that type of man? A man who didn’t know how to be with someone I loved?
She looked away. “I told you. I’ve been on my own forever. I can handle myself.” Her brown eyes flashed a warning that said, Don’t mess with me. But I knew that look. Lola wanted me to provoke her. It was part of her sexual game.
I kneeled in front of her and grasped both her shoulders. “Look at me.” Her eyes met mine with a testy gaze that turned me the fuck on. “I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you.”
She shrugged out of my grasp and lifted her chin. “I go where I want. When I want.”
I knew this sassy attitude was her game. But still. I wanted to be the one to take care of her.
Lola expected me to go along with her sexual tricks, so I played along. And damn if I didn’t jump right into the driver’s seat. I dragged both hands through my hair. “He could’ve hurt you. I told you not to go there. Did you listen? No. Always have to do things your own way.”
We gazed at each other, and Lola’s eyes blazed with excitement. “And how many times do I have to tell you that you’re not the boss of me? I can handle myself.” She got up to move to the bathroom, but I stopped her with a firm grip on her arm.
I knew she wanted me to dominate her, so I made my voice firmer than intended. “You’re not going anywhere, Lola. You sit right back down this second. I need to check every inch of you to make sure you’re okay.”
She crossed her arms, a petulant look on her face. I knew Lola’s sexual tells. Her cheeks flushed pink, her wild hair cascading around her body. She stuck her tongue out. “Make me.” Her tits strained against her blouse, and I wanted—no, needed—to squeeze and suck them. My cock twitched in anticipation.
Lola stood in front of me, arms akimbo, legs spread apart. Her lips parted slightly, her breathing coming in short gasps. My wife was begging for it. She needed me to ravish her, to sink my big cock inside her juicy pussy and slap her full ass. She wanted me to fuck the hell out of her. Her smile was sly. “Who’s going to make me obey?”
I smiled back at her with a sexy grin of my own.
I stood up and unzipped my pants. My voice was deep and husky when I spoke, the words slow and measured. “You better stop sassing me, or I’ll shut you up with my big hard cock. Is that what you want?”
Her eyes flicked to my crotch and flashed with excitement, a challenge. “And what if I say no? What if I won’t do it?”
I smiled. “On your knees.”
“Nope.”
“I’m not saying this twice.”
“Good.” She crossed her arms again. “I hope you say it fifty times. What makes you think I’ll—”
I silenced her words by tilting her head back, fisting her hair and covering her mouth with a hot kiss. Her arms flew reflexively around my neck and then she grabbed the back of my head into hers, her wet tongue exploring, one leg curling around mine, her pelvis grinding into my hard-on. Her voice was a sultry whisper. “Make me do it.”
“Let me see your tits first.”
“Let me see your big cock.”
“Jesus, Lola. I can’t believe what you do to me.” I pulled my raging hard-on out and stroked it. It stood straight out, red hot under my touch. The head throbbed and twitched. I had never been so hard for a woman in my entire life. I stroked my girth, the veins bulging out, my balls begging for release. “Look how hard you make me. You do this to me. Now show me your tits.”
She dragged her shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her luscious breasts popped out, her pink nipples standing at attention. “You like it when I pinch myself?” She squeezed both rosy nipples until they hardened under her touch.
I growled and shoved her to her knees. “Suck it.” Her wet mouth eagerly covered the length of my shaft. I held the back of her head as my head lolled back under her heavenly touch. I opened my eyes and tilted my head so that I could watch each delicious slide of my cock in and out of her pouty mouth. I moved slowly at first. My pelvis thrust back and forth, my cock moving in and out. “Grab my balls. Yeah, that’s it. Suck it and make me come.”
One warm hand moved to my heavy balls, and the other roamed my hard torso. When she looked up at me, the look in her brown eyes was goddamn sexy and hotter than hell. “You want me to make you come? You think you can just stick your big dick in my mouth anytime you want?” She smiled and went back to sucking me off like a pro.
I shoved my cock further down her throat, taking greedy possession of her mouth. Lola was mine. I would shoot my hot load in her mouth and claim her. My legs tightened, my body trembling as I watched her sexy blond head bobbing up and down on my hard, thick rod. “Jesus Lola. I’m about to … I’m going to … I’m going to shoot my cum in your mouth, and you better swallow every drop.”
She increased the speed of her movements, and I pulled the back of her head onto my dick. “Oh … fuck! Swallow it, baby. Take it.” I emptied every last drop of my thick cum into her hot mouth while she rubbed my balls and squeezed my ass cheeks. My cock pulsed and I squirted. One, two, three, four, five fucking times. And when I withdrew my dick, I squirted another load right onto her cherry lips. “Lick your lips. Swallow my cum. You’re mine, Lola.”
She stood up and kissed me. “You think you can make me do whatever you want? What if I say no next time?”
I unzipped her jeans and shoved her pants and panties roughly down her legs. “Step out of those jeans and bend over.”
“And if I say no?”
She stepped out of her jeans, and I turned her around. “I said, bend over.”
She got on her hands and knees on the bed, her full, round ass tilted high up in the air. “Lick my pussy.”
My cock twitched and sprung back to life when I saw her gorgeous wet hole staring me in the face. “Jesus, Lola. You’re soaking wet. Is that from sucking me off?”
She spread her ass cheeks giving me a better view of her swollen lips. “I said, lick it.”
“You don’t get to talk to me like that. Not without this happening.” I gave her a sharp rap on the ass. My fingers dove into her pussy. “You like that?” She nodded, and I slapped her again. Every time I spanked her, Lola’s pussy clenched around my fingers. I swear, I think Lola could come just from me spanking her. I rubbed one calloused finger against her swollen clit, and she moaned. “Look at your pussy. It looks so sexy the way it’s hanging down like that.” I gave her clit a gentle squeeze. I couldn’t wait a second longer to taste her. My tongue made exquisite contact with her swollen nub, and she tilted her ass higher up in the air—an invitation. I gave her a gentle slap while I sucked her hard little pebble. It grew under my mouth, and a gush of her sweet juice dripped onto my fingers, her ass bucking and pushing against my face. I lost myself in her delicious ass and pussy, and when she came, she screamed my name.
I reached around and squeezed her big tits. “I’m not done making you come. Stand up.”
I held her hand and guided her into the bathroom where a large Jacuzzi tub stood against a mirrored backdrop. I turned the water on full blast. “Get in.” I joined my sexy Brazilian lover in the tub, and when it was full, I turned on the jets.
Lola leaned back against my chest and rested her head drowsily against me. “Ah. This is heaven. You really know how to take care of a lady, Mr. Hamilton.”
“Only the best for you, Mrs. Hamilton.” I kissed her lips. “Spread your legs and put your pussy in front of the jets. I want to feel you come while I play with your tits.”
She followed my instructions. “How’d you know this is a single girl’s best friend?”
“Because I read magazines.”
She gave me a playful smirk. “Who am I to argue with your research?” Lola positioned herself by spreading her legs and bracing her feet against the mirrored tile while I rubbed her creamy breasts and pinched her sw
ollen nipples. Her breathing quickened, sweat breaking out on her brow. “Oh, my God. This thing’s going to make me come fast.”
She pushed herself against the steady stream while I held her in place and felt her body tense. Her adorable turquoise painted toes flexed, and I watched her expression in the mirror. Her face grew pink, and her mouth formed a small “O” as her breathing sped up. I looked at us in the mirror. We were goddamn perfect together. Me with my strong arms around her feminine body, her with her fiery personality, her wild blond hair stuck to my shoulders.
I should’ve never left Lola.
Maybe it took me leaving La Fortuna to realize what I’d had there. I wanted to make everything up to her now.
“Oh, Justice. Oh, my God. I can’t … I can’t hold back … squeeze my nipples hard.” I gave her nipples a tortuous squeeze and felt her body buck toward the jets. Her head moved from side to side, and her breathing came fast as the gorgeous Mrs. Hamilton came while I held her slippery body, never wanting to let go.
She collapsed against my chest. “That was intense. Give me a second to rest.”
“Can I wash your back?”
Her breathing was ragged, and she let out a sigh. “Pamper me, Mr. Hamilton. Yes. You can wash my back.”
I squirted body wash onto a washcloth and took my time gently caressing every inch of her curvy body. She was so beautiful. Inside and out. “I love you, Lola.” I kissed her lips. She gazed at me with a look that I convinced myself was love and kissed me back, her tongue warm and soft. But she didn’t return my words.
A tingling swept up the back of my neck and across my face. My voice was hoarse when I spoke the words again. “I love you.”
Her head was a heavy weight against my chest, her words slurred. “So you say.”
The hot tub jets seared into my back. I needed to get real with Lola. “I nearly lost it when I saw Devin all over you like that. I can’t handle that, babe.”
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